THE BROCKEN ANGEL

THE BROCKEN ANGEL Walking from place to place, to find the lost soul what is left behind In the dark in the rain, in the lights or in the pain. The broken Angel, he tries to find the blessing soul, the blessing son. The wings are broken; he cannot fly on to the Earth or back on to the Sky. No one can see the broken Angel He screams, he cry, he want to fly The wings are broken, and slowly he will die. Dont lose your hope, you are an Angel! The lights will come, and you will fly back to the sky My Brocken Angel we never have to die. By Mike Motrici